More 20th century postcards. Remember: these were all sold in regular card shops and tourist shops throughout the US (and other English-speaking countries). Amazing. If you don't see anything which offends you in tonight's show, you may be a zombie.
You thought it was over. Or maybe you prayed it was over. But no, my fascination with sexual kitsch must continue just an itty bit longer. In my zeal to create a new image archive I snapped up a ream of vintage humor postcards for today. They are, admittedly, pretty awful. In fact, there's something in this first lot to offend just about everyone. Enjoy the badness.
Sure, to you it's just another frog with breasts and a flowered g-string, but to someone out there, it's a lawn ornament.
I've had nightmares like this.
One day, you may be walking along a city street, wondering what you feel like having for dinner, and then you see her. HER. Instantly, you know, deep in your soul, you'd like to hack off a piece of that ass and shoved it in your mouth with both fists. Is it wrong to enjoy the flavor of a fallen friend?
You'd feel so proud, wouldn't you, if your 14 year old son brought this vase home from his ceramics class, right? So proud you'd sell it on eBay they day he left for college.
This is sold in boy and girl models either because the manufacturer was insanely optimistic or because customers are insane enough to allow these tissue boxes in their homes. They wouldn't be nearly as scary if their mouths did not resemble anal sphincters.